Not sure what the silo is for, but I like the mist.
The addition of RAW export to leetle teeny tiny cameras has been a blessing. The watercolor effect of excessive noise reduction combined with jpeg artifacts really bugs me no matter what the camera size; so does carrying around 5 pounds worth of gear just in case I come across something to shoot. The latest range of “enthusiast” compacts does a great job of addressing those problems, and I highly recommend getting one. Doesn’t really matter which one; they all do a pretty good job.
Yes, the iPhone has a camera, and I’ve seen the iPhone fashion shoot. Pretty cool. But I’m not sold yet on the thing in anything but bright light (in their case, bright studio light). The above image was takenin the late evening yesterday at -1 EV (oops) and ISO800, yet still holds up OK considering the very limited amount of noise reduction I’ve applied, the tiny sensor, and the underexposure that had to be compensated for in processing. It’s grainy, but I’m OK with grainy. It’s splotchy that I can’t stand.
On another topic, it was a strange drive home tonight. Turning left onto US1, I was hit with a strong feeling of déjà vu combined with intermittent forgetfulness.
You ever here that song “Same As It Ever Was” by the Talking Heads? Yeah, this one (don’t judge it by the video, fer chrissakes, it was the 80′s). I couldn’t think of the work projects, the spreadsheets, the commutes, the car, the last four years that defined my time: I couldn’t remember how I got to that exact moment. There was the overpowering sensation that something was missing, that I was forgetting something important, and that the world would be very different in a hurry.
Random bits of e-mails and faces of co-workers cycled through my mind within the framework of a report or project that I could just barely glimpse but not see in total. The images seemed half daydream and half memory, and I’m still not sure which parts of them were real.
I tried to relax, to let the real memories surface, but it was like casting a net with gaps too wide to catch small fish. The memories darted around, flashing silver here and there.I would chase down a memory, backtracking its path to determine if it was real. In doing so, I would forget what I was trying to track. Thirty minutes of this crap through my entire commute. Glimpse. Chase. Forget.
It’s been a few hours; the confusion and apprehension have subsided. I’m firmly planted behind my desk at home. I may not be sure of what I was trying to remember, but my girlfriend’s asleep in the bedroom along with our dogs. That’s concrete enough to last through the night.
I mention all of this only because it’s tied to the photo. I passed the silo on the way home, and it was bathed in the beautiful red orange glow of sunset light. I didn’t stop to take a picture, but if I had, would that strange, perplexing feeling have accompanied me home, or would I have instead been thinking of the images, processing, and refinement? Can’t be sure, but I prefer “Preoccupied with Cameras for $1000”, Alex.
